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- "In the course of the pilgrimage for self-knowledge, we do not reach the imposed
- mystical mountain
- peak with a ski-lift. We can bring
- mulled wine
- serving as a
- sacrificial gift
- to the
- god of the mountains,
- but our ticket for the ski-lift meanwhile burns a hole in the
- inner pocket
- of our overalls. The wise pig, if he would like to clean himself, dips into the mud.
- Dominika,
- dishonourably toppling down from the hill, ruminates: if lower than this, then where? Finally, the
- surrounding marshland
- draws into itself the child erring this way."
- /Mónika Végsö/
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